Chapter 237: [Vol. 4 pt. 33] Patch 6.0: Hard Labor

“I’ve got a bad feeling about this,” Fenrir says to Serra after noticing Nell whispering something to Azalabulia.

“Fun,” Serra says.

“No. Bad. They both have imaginations that are way too hyper and love to fantasize and roleplay. You think anything good could come from them whispering?”

“Fun is good.”

“I bet you get sick enjoyment out of watching people embarrass themselves.”

“It’s funny.”

“You probably like watching people do cringy things, too.”

Serra nods and gives him a thumbs-up.

“I don’t get how people can like that. I just… emphasize with the person being embarrassed or doing something cringy too much, and then I have to stop watching.”

Serra shakes her head and says, “I like watching them crash and burn.”

“You’re way more sadistic than you look.”

She looks up at him with an innocent smile but guilty eyes.

“Next thing I know, you’re going to want to dress up in a dominatrix outfit, tie up the girls, and whip them.”

“You’re forgetting something,” she says.

“What?”

“You. I’ll tie you up to whip.”

Fenrir doesn’t know how to feel about that. The whipping part sounds like it might just be potentially pleasurable, but he’d rather not get tied up.

“I think,” he says, “that I could enjoy being tied down, like onto a bed, but not up. All the bondage stuff I’ve ever seen has like… the girls being tied up and hanging from ropes attached to the ceiling, or on chairs or their knees – stuff like that. If I’m just getting tied down to the bed, though, then that might be nice.”

“I’ll tie every part of you up,” Serra tells him.

Fenrir tries to imagine it.

The image that pops into his mind just makes him think of some sort of yaoi hentai made for rabid yaoi fangirls. He’s crouched down in some sort of embarrassing pose, has ropes tied around his chest that are connected to his hands behind his back, and even his fluffy ears and tail are tied up!

And that’s when he stops imagining how it might look instead of trying to picture how the rest of him would look.

Fenrir looks back down at Serra and sees… is – is that a nosebleed?

“Hot,” Serra says. “I’m picturing it.”

“Please don’t,” Fenrir pleads.

“It’s even better when I imagine Olly tying you up. And tying Rao and Cor up… yeah, Olly should tie you all up.”

“You need to stop.”

“Then test you all out to see who lasts the longest.”

“It’s time to stop.”

“And do other experiments to see who’s the best.”

“The line has clearly been passed.”

“Let’s keep going and see what happens,” Serra says.

Fenrir sighs and shakes his head. “I didn’t know you were into yaoi so much that you get nosebleeds from it.”

Serra sniffles and then wipes her nose onto her arm before saying, “I’m not. Only when you’re involved.”

“That’s kind of flattering, but still. I don’t know how to feel about it.”

“Me and Nell Nell have fantasized about it before.”

“You… you have?”

“Yeah. She wanted to see you under Bone.”

Fenrir cringes at the thought but then frowns.

“You okay?” Serra asks.

“Yeah. Just… kind of miss him. He was seriously an asshole and I’ve been way happier ever since he left, but… still kind of sad he’s gone in the first place,” Fenrir explains.

“He was fun. Didn’t like him bullying Olly, but he also stood up for him.”

“Yep. He was still a good guy most of the time. Just had some pretty shitty views which I can’t really blame on him.”

“Why not?”

“Why can’t I blame them on him?” Fenrir asks.

“Yeah,” Serra answers.

“Well, it’s complicated. I don’t think people are bad just because they have opinions or views that the rest of the world might disagree with. If somebody is raised in an environment where they’re constantly being told to think one way, and everybody around them thinks that way as well, then it’s only natural for them to think that way. To them, we’re the weird ones with bad opinions.”

“I guess.”

“I mean, you’re all for remaining deaf and Nell staying in her wheelchair, right?”

“Yeah.”

“You don’t think you’re bad people for wanting that, right?”

“Right.”

“Well, you probably already know this, but there are people against that who think you’re being selfish and that you should be forced to fix your medical issues if possible. Something that’s totally fine to you is seen as lazy and selfish to others.”

“Do you think I’m lazy and selfish?”

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“Of course not. I think you’re perfect.”

Serra smiles and hugs him. “Thanks. I get what you mean. I don’t think Bone is bad… just mean. Have you heard from him?”

“Not a single word,” Fenrir says and sighs. “I’m sure he’ll pop up eventually. Wouldn’t surprise me if we hear about him in one way or another. He needs to be wherever all the fighting is, and he always ends up making a name for himself.”

“Maybe he’ll take over a country and become a king.”

“Pfftt. Yeah, right. Bone is gonna be a king. He hates that stuff. He’d rather just kill a king and then go look for the next one to kill.”

“He’ll be a king and order you to get tied up.”

“Stop.”

“Him and Olly can double team you.”

“I’m done with you.”

“No you’re not. You love me.”

“You’re right, but I’m still done.”

Serra hugs him again.

“Nope.”

Serra hugs tighter.

“Done.”

Serra strokes his cock through his pants.

“I’ll forgive you this time.”

“The power of lewd always win,” Serra says with a smug smile, looking up at him.

“You look so proud of yourself right now,” Fenrir says. “How can you be so lewd when you’re so cute?”

“Because.”

“I see. Yeah, that’s some great logic there. Makes total sense.”

Serra smiles and giggles.

“Oi,” Tabitha says. “Wolf boy, get over here. We need your help holdin’ somethin’ in place for us while we look at it. Gotta make sure it looks right.”

“Alright, I’ll be right over,” Fenrir tells the shortie engineer.

As soon as Tabitha turns away, Serra takes a few squeezes of Fenrir’s erection before slapping his rear with her other hand to send him on his way. “Have fun,” she says.

“You’re a damn tease,” Fenrir tells her before groaning.

“The best tease. Go before I pinch you.”

“Oh no, a pinch.”

Serra tries to pinch his ass, but he jumps away before she can.

“Oh, you meant pinching me there. You’re seriously a perverted, old man,” Fenrir tells her.

“I know. The best perverted old man.”

While Fenrir goes off to help Tabitha and Rao, Nell continues plotting with Azalabulia, and Cassiel is sitting with Oleander and Corwin.

“Seriously?” Oleander asks her. “You cut it that short? Oh my god, does it look good?”

“I – I think so,” Cassiel answers.

“You need to send me a picture. Just DM it over Fiscord. I better have a picture by the end of the day, okay?”

“I will,” she says and squirms around, now self-conscious about the whole haircut thing.

“Also, you totally need to let me style your hair sometime! You have so much hair here that I could put into a bunch of styles. And I know Fenny would totally love some of them.”

“He would? Like… like what?”

“Twintails. He’s such a sucker for twintails.”

Cassiel regrets her haircut even more now. She could have given herself twintails in real life before, but now she’ll be stuck to only potentially having them in-game. “Oh…”

“Don’t worry! Short twintails are a thing and you can always get extensions if you’re worried. But, like, you should totes let me do your hair right now. I know Tabs has got some spare hair ties. Cor!” Oleander swings his head around to look at his boyfriend, “Go ask Tabs for some hair ties!”

“Right this moment? She looks busy,” Corwin says.

All three of them look over at Tabitha.

She’s just standing there while Fenrir and Rao hold some wooden planks in position, and she seems to be taking her time and not giving them any further directions.

“Yeah, now’s the best time,” Oleander says, knowing that he’ll be giving her another reason to take even longer.

“Do you… do you really think twintails will look good on me?” Cassiel asks.

“Oh yeah. You’d look amazing with them! And they’ll make for good handlebars.”

“Handle – handlebars?”

“You know. He can hold you by your twintails while,” Oleander finishes his sentence by making a circle with one hand and sticking a finger from his other hand through it back and forth.

Cassiel imagines it. She imagines being on all fours while Fenrir holds her by her twintails from behind as he buries himself inside of her.

The thought causes her face to turn red and steam to rise from her head.

“See? It’d be hot,” Oleander says.

“I’ll – I’ll try the twintails,” Cassiel says without looking at him.

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